by Kylie Parker
“Freedom, baby.” Bruce thought to himself, as he rolled the throttle on his motorcycle. The speedometer indicated he was doing more than eighty five miles per hour.
“Something happens to you at about ninety miles an hour. All the noise drowns out all sound. You focus on the immediate. All of a sudden, you’re not on the road. You’re in it. You’re part of it. Nothing matters; traffic, scenery, people become nothing more than blurry images of things you’re just trying to avoid. I love that rush.”
The immediate at that point was Melissa and her long hair whipping against her back. The right indicator on her Harley flashed. Fifty yards later, she took a right turn. Bruce found himself onto yet another downhill road. This one however was gravelly and empty, surrounded by thick, dry bushes. Two hundred meters down that road, Melissa left it and went to the right. She rode across a rocky ledge, slowed down and eventually stopped, just a few feet before the edge.
“This is it.” She said, pulling her helmet over her head. Bruce’s jaw had dropped. The hill that they were on overlooked the city of Las Vegas. Thousands upon thousands of sparkling city lights lay ahead of them. Their numerous color variations added to the sheer beauty of the scenery. Several high-rises towered over the rest of the smaller buildings and could be seen from a distance.
“It’s fantastic.” Bruce voiced his mind in a mild tone, as he removed his helmet as well. The two of them dismounted their motorcycles almost at the same time. He left his helmet hanging on the left handlebar and put his hands in his pockets, as he lazily walked up to her.
“This is my favorite view of the city.” Melissa confessed, her voice low and sweet. Then, she turned her head to the left and faced Bruce. “You said you’re from Boston. What’s your favorite view of your city?”
“Charles River.” Bruce’s response was sharp. “It’s a great place for a walk, with amazing views of the city.”
“It sounds interesting.” She commented.
“You should see it someday.” He suggested, as his thick lips curled into a razored smile.
“There’s that grin again.” Melissa remarked, pointing at his face. “I swear to God, if I hadn’t seen you riding a bike, I would never think you’re a biker.”
“Why’s that?”
“Because you don’t act like one.” She explained. “You got…” Melissa faltered. “Manners. You’re not loud. You can actually talk. Most bikers I’ve met yell a lot. They’re pretty crude, if you know what I mean.”
“I know exactly what you mean.” Bruce spoke in an emphatic tone. “I was member of a motorcycle club.”
“Really?” She chirped. “How was it?”
“Well, it was pretty loud. We had lots of fun. You know, riding around, going to places. We were pretty close.” He replied.
“Then why did you leave?” Bruce dreaded Melissa’s last question. It put him in an impossible position. Not ready to reveal his past, he decided to try a different approach.
“Why are you so interested in me, Melissa? I mean, I’m a tourist. You know I won’t be here for long.” He said, as a breeze tugged at his short, black hair. Melissa rolled her eyes to the right and squeezed her lips, clearly saddened by his words.
“I’ve been alone for too long.” She whispered. “My phone was already buzzing in my pocket when you spoke to me. I got a pretty oppressive father. That’s why I was so rude to you.”
“I’m not buying that.” Bruce smirked at her. “You’re too beautiful to be alone. And what you said about your father doesn’t make sense. What does your mother have to say about this?”
“Well, thanks, but it’s true.” Melissa continued. “My mom died two years ago. Heart attack.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know.” He lowered his tone and got serious.
“Bruce.” She snorted. “You can’t. You just can’t be a biker. I think someone’s playing a joke on me.”
“I am. I got the scars to prove it.” Bruce spoke in his deep, manly voice. “I can show you if you like. Why do you say that?”
“Please, don’t make me repeat myself.” Melissa requested.
“I really liked what you did last night.” He whispered, bending his head towards her. “I dumped you and you didn’t get mad at me. You wanted to see me again.” Sliding his right hand up her forearm, he looked deep into her eyes. She did not stop him; her big smile encouraged him. Bruce’s hand stopped on the side of her neck. The feel of her soft skin in his palm sent sparks up and down his body.
“You could have snapped at me when I said ‘nice try’. But you didn’t. That’s why I talked to you later.” Her high-pitched voice had lowered to a soft, sweet whisper. Bruce closed his eyes and gently pulled her closer to him. Melissa’s skin was very smooth, but it was her tender kiss that blew his mind. Her lips felt warm on his mouth, as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Sensing her hot breath on his skin, he held her near. The wind grew stronger; it began to whip her hair against her face, but she would not stop kissing him. Bruce caressed the back of her neck, entwining his other arm around her back. He trapped her upper lip in his mouth and kissed it one last time, before slowly pulling back.
“I’ve never seen anything prettier in my whole life.” He confessed, watching as the wind continued to whip her hair against her face.
“You’re really sweet, Mr. Boston.” She whispered.
“I’m just being honest.” Bruce added.
“Care to follow me again?” Melissa asked in a husky tone.
“Where to?”
“My place is two miles east from here.” She winked at him. With her scent still in his nostrils and feeling a little dizzy by her kiss, Bruce would not say “no” to her. Their date was going better than he anticipated. He couldn’t wait to be alone with her in a much more comfortable place than a rocky ledge. His heart was racing, as he mounted his Harley for one more time that night.
“Your place it is. It doesn’t matter if it’s up the mountains or in the desert. I really want to spend the night with you.”
Chapter Four
Bonanza Road gradually got narrower and narrower. More than that, the houses on both sides of the road were much bigger and more luxurious than the ones that they had left behind. Indeed, that part of the area resembled more of an expensive, major city suburb. Bruce couldn’t help but marvel at the massive estates all around him. They seemed to be either new or well-preserved. Supercars were parked on the driveways. Lush greenery surrounded each mansion. Almost each and every one of them featured large power gates. Big swimming pools were visible from the road. Bruce began to wonder where Melissa was taking him. A young lawyer like her could not possibly afford a house like that, no matter how successful she was. It was at that moment that he sensed that she was hiding something from him. The darkness did not allow him to see whether there were any apartment buildings or small, ordinary houses there or not.
Bruce’s first question was answered when Melissa pulled over on the right side of the road, a few feet before a very big estate. She pulled a keypad out of the pocket of her jacket and pressed a button. A huge, grey, iron gate slowly opened sideways. Melissa did not look behind her. Instead, she rolled on the throttle, turned right and entered the estate. With his heart literally racing, Bruce followed her. This time though, he did not stop his Harley behind Melissa’s. Instead, he stopped it next to hers.
“This is your place?” He squinted at her, his voice high-pitched.
“Actually…” She faltered, as she pulled her helmet over her head. “I lied. It’s not. It’s my aunt Helen’s. She’s out of town.”
Her answer made perfect sense. Still, he had one more question.
“Why didn’t we go to your place?”
“Because there’s nothing romantic about my third-storey apartment.” She smiled. “Look around you. The view is even better from up here.”
Melissa was right. The estate was at higher elevation than the ledge they were on earlier and the view was breathtaking. Bruce felt like he was on
an airplane, looking down at Las Vegas. Furthermore, the luxurious mansion was surrounded by tall oak trees and Bruce also caught a glimpse of the edge of a swimming pool in the backyard.
“Look, I’m sorry I lied to you, ok?” Melissa made her voice sound sweeter. “It’s just that I haven’t been out on a date in such a long time. I wanted it to be perfect.”
“It’s alright.” Bruce croaked. “I would have appreciated a head’s up, though.”
“What was I supposed to say to you?” She laughed. “Let’s go to my aunt’s house?”
“Good point.” He agreed. “What do you mean by ‘perfect’?”
“Well, first of all, I wouldn’t be wearing my biker outfit.” Melissa joked. “Go wait for me by the pool. Please?” She chirped.
“Fine.” Bruce reluctantly agreed.
“This girl is full of surprises. First, last night. Now, this? She’s weird. But I like her. I never liked predictable women who do everything by the book. Use your imagination, girls. Don’t expect the guy to do everything. I still don’t know why she’s not been dating. What the hell is wrong with the guys in Vegas? Are they blind or something?”
The swimming pool was rather small for an estate of that size. There was a white, aluminum table under the balcony to the right, with two chairs on either side. Bruce waited patiently for Melissa, but in the meantime, he kept imagining her in regular clothes. Up until then, he had not seen her wear anything other than her leather outfit. Tapping his fingers on the aluminum chair closer to him, he heard a faint sound, like something light had landed on the floor around him. But Bruce did not have the time to look for the source. A large splash at the pool startled him. Two seconds later, Melissa emerged from the water, in a scarlet bikini, sending his pulse rising. She was a sight for sore eyes, as she pushed her wet hair back from her face.
“Look down to the left.” She spoke in a fruity voice, with a toothy smile on her beautiful face. Bruce indulged her, only to see two white towels and a pair of black swim trunks on top of them.
“I borrowed that from my cousin, Sean.” Melissa said.
“I didn’t see that coming.” He confessed.
“Come on, what are you waiting for? Go put it on!” She urged, her tone high-pitched. Bruce was too excited to ask her where he could change. The wide corridor that led to the driveway would do just fine. In the few minutes that it took him to get rid of his uniform, he could not stop smiling.
“What have I done to deserve this kind of treatment? Am I really that special, or is she doing everything because she’s not been in a relationship for so long? I’m not going to ask her. Hell, no. She might get upset. I don’t want to ruin this. It’s just a little too good.”
Bruce was stunned to discover that Melissa had yet another surprise for him. She was sat on the aluminum chair on the far side of the table, with a cold bottle of wine and two glasses in front of her, staring at the corridor that he was on, with a towel wrapped around her shoulders.
“Hi, Houdini.” He teased her. His joke worked; Melissa quickly burst into loud laughter. In fact, she laughed so hard that she put her hand on her stomach.
“Oh, come on!” She chuckled. “You took your time back there.”
The sight of Bruce’s well-sculpted body forced her to stop laughing in a matter of seconds. Melissa swallowed hard, staring at his toned abs.
“I thought you’d look good.” She murmured. “Just not that good.”
“Thanks. So…” Bruce faltered, as he sat across from her. “Is this what you had in mind when you said ‘perfect’? Me in swim trunks and you jumping off the balcony?”
Once more, Melissa laughed heartily.
“Yeah, more or less.” She giggled. “Come on, you have to admit you’re having fun.”
“I am.” He muttered. “I was just not expecting any of this.”
“It’s not much.” Melissa commented, leaning towards him. “I’m just trying to impress you.”
“You went through all this trouble to impress me?” Bruce pointed to himself.
“Yeah.” She chirped, pouring some wine into his glass. “Why’s that so strange?”
“It’s never happened to me before.” He spoke in a firm tone.
“No surprises there.” Melissa laughed, picking up her glass. “I mean, who would do that for you? A biker? I don’t think you’d like that.”
It was Bruce’s turn to burst into laughter.
“No.” He chuckled. “I wouldn’t.”
“Here’s to a new start.” She proposed a toast, puzzling him. Wondering what she meant by that, he picked up his glass, but he would not ask her to elaborate.
“To a new start.” He said with a grin, clanking his glass into hers. Melissa drank a few sips and put her glass back down on the table. It was there that the look in her eyes changed. It was so serious that for a moment, Bruce thought that she had a confession to make. But that wasn’t the case. She put her hands on the edges of the table and pulled it towards her, before slowly arising to her curvaceous, 5’6” figure, maintaining eye contact with him. Melissa moved around; two steps brought her closer to him. She raised her left leg over him and sat on his lap.
“It’s up to you now.” She whispered, her voice filled with desire, putting her hands on his shoulders.
“What’s that?” He asked in a raspy tone.
“To make this night perfect.” Her short, seductive reply was all the incentive that he needed. Bruce wrapped his long arms around her –still wet- back, as she bent her head towards him. Their lips locked in a long, soft kiss. His body tingled at her light touch. Bruce glided his hands up and down her back, feeling her wet skin in his palms. Everything she had done that night had impressed and excited him. Now, he had to show her that he could turn a good date into an unforgettable date.
Eager to sense her big breasts on his chest, he pulled her closer. His cock began to twitch, as Melissa’s nipples made contact with his skin. But her reaction to that sent his senses into a frenzy. She let out a deep sigh, feeling the hard muscles of his chest. Bruce had a raging erection in seconds. Their kiss soon grew more demanding. Melissa’s touch was no longer light. She squeezed the firm flesh of his shoulders, pressing her crotch against his groin. Filling his nostrils with her feminine scent, he undid her bikini bra. Melissa tilted her head back, accommodating him.
“I’ll do everything.” Bruce whispered, as he kissed her on the chin. He slid his hands up her back and stopped them on the back of her head. Gently biting her chin, he ran his fingers through her hair. He could feel Melissa’s nipples hardening, as he trailed heated kisses along her throat. Bruce removed his hands from her head altogether, desperate to touch her large, luscious breasts. He put them on her hips. Kissing her on the chest, he collected a few drops of water with his lips, running his hands up her midsection. As much as he wanted to marvel at her breasts, he would not open his eyes. Bruce preferred to fill his palms with her delectable flesh, trailing long, sensual kisses across her chest. A gentle squeeze on her breasts forced Melissa to tilt her head almost all the way back and bite her lower lip.
“God, it feels so good.” A deep sigh escaped her. Pressing her breasts together, he stuck his tongue out. He would love to focus on them only; Melissa’s erect nipples were begging for his attention. Still, the temptation of touching her other erogenous zones was too hard to resist. Bruce’s right hand crept around her chest, while his other hand got busy by rubbing her nipple. He ran circles around her breast, stroking and teasing her nipple, as his hand slowly slid down her back. Bruce untied her bikini panties and tossed them away. Closing his mouth over her nipple, he cupped her left butt cheek. He grabbed and held on to it, as he gently bit Melissa’s erogenous zone and pulled it towards him. Her long sighs were quickly turning into soft moans. She was rocking her hips back and forth, as if she wanted to feel Bruce’s erection on her crotch. Melissa tilted her head forward, seeking his lips. Sensing her wet mouth on his left cheek, Bruce tilted his head up. Their fervent k
iss sent shivers down his spine.
Too aroused to stay on that chair, he entwined his arms around her back. Holding her tight, Bruce slowly rose. Then, he slowly turned his body to the right. Going on his knees, he eased Melissa down on her back. He leaned back and sat back on his feet, hooking his thumbs into the sides of his swim trunks. But then, she did something that drove his senses wild. Melissa brought her legs up to her chest, exposing her pussy and part of her butt cheeks, looking up at him with unbridled lust. Bruce licked his lips like a hungry predator, as he got up. He got rid of his swimwear in a hurry and sat back on his knees once more, gazing at her long, shapely legs. Melissa opened them slightly, putting her hands on her breasts. Bruce fixed his gaze on her pussy. Her juices were shining on her labia. Closing his eyes, he leaned towards her. Placing his hands on her upper outer thighs, he laid a long, sensual kiss on her right inner thigh. Melissa’s body tightened, as he caressed her legs. She squeezed her breasts, moaning louder, quivering at his touch. With the scent of her pussy juices getting stronger by the second, Bruce kissed her flesh, sliding his hands up and down her legs. Reaching the crook between her pussy and her thigh, he gently bit it. Melissa squeezed her eyes shut, enjoying the attention on her erogenous zones. Still, with his mouth so close to her pussy, he could not resist the temptation of tasting her.
Bruce stuck his tongue out. The tip landed on her entrance. Melissa was soaking wet. He ran it up her pussy, collecting her juices, sending her into ecstasy. She squeezed her eyes shut, jolting up. Leaning against her left shoulder, she reached her arm forward and put her hand on his head. Melissa grabbed a fistful of his hair, as Bruce laid short, hot kisses on her labia. Feeling a large drop of precum leak out of the tiny hole on the cockhead, he took his right hand off of her leg. He led it to her pussy, running his tongue up and down her pussy lips.
